Dragging my feet and panting,
A splash of its horrid painting.
Borrowed tomorrow’s sorrow,
Missed sight of a flying sparrow.
And on, and on, the blame goes,
Feeding me less weal and more woes.
Sweat on my hands, and I sway,
Taking my will and breath away.
I shook at the sight of doom,
The narrowing empty dark room.
Water inching to my feet,
Rising up fast as my heartbeat.
I jerk my feet, I’m awake,
Shone with sickening bright sunbreak.
The dreadful nightmare awaits,
As fear and anger dominates.
Blues without Clues 